Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Montenegro and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing DJ Style to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Icehouse,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kayak,
the Germs,
JFA,
Depeche Mode,
E-Dancer,
Dark Day,
Black Flag,
Pagans,
Mark Hollis,
Toni Rubio,
Barclay James Harvest,
Banda Bassotti,
Cameo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Josef K,
Quadrant,
ABC,
Public Enemy,
Tropical Tobacco,
PIL,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tubeway Army,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brick,
Erasure,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Negative Approach,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nirvana,
the Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lungfish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Maurizio,
Matthew Halsall,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dave Gahan,
The Monks,
Janne Schatter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Standells,
The Invisible,
Unwound,
Byron Stingily,
Eric Dolphy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Selecter,
The Stooges,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Delta 5,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
La Düsseldorf,
The Divine Comedy,
Fugazi,
Lyres,
Fort Wilson Riot,
MDC,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.